and thena yearseparating us, most of whichi spentmiserable, silent and sickas you satfeet from my trembling limbs,locked into my hunched positionlocked away from your mind.

but the universe can sometimes shiftin threehundredandsixtyfive dayscan turn into us,circling each other likesniffing canines,lying on your[ex]marital bed, thesame frame i used to lie insurrounded on both sides,but nowthere is only youinexplicable you whomade me want you, whoi tried so hard not to love,in vain